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Volume One Chapter 215 The Last Question

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    On the street, the excited crowd gradually became quiet.  Everyone pricked up their ears, held their breath, and stared at the beautiful woman on the second floor of Qingya Pavilion, waiting for her half of the poem.  The woman smiled slightly, without deliberately trying to offend others, and slowly said: "The flowers are like Yi, the willows are like Yi, the flowers and willows are like Yi, when the young people part, they bow their heads and shed tears." After reading this word, everyone frowned and quickly  Think about it.  In the restaurant, Sima Xiaowei, who was standing in front of the window and watching, chewed for a moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said happily: "Good words, I hope it can attract him to show up." Yang Ye looked at the expectant look on the girl's face and secretly shook his head.  On the street, Chen Yuxiang and others were mixed in the crowd, and they were also chanting that little word, and seemed to be attracted by this half of the poem.  "Yuxiang, I'm afraid this poem title is a bit difficult. I wonder if Mr. Yang, Xiaowei's crush, will appear." Zhang Nannan said with a smile.  Chen Yuxiang's heart moved, and he looked up at the window of the restaurant. There was a curtain blocking the outside, and he could see clearly downstairs from inside, but he couldn't see clearly from the top downstairs.  "I don't know which window that boy is at. I hope Xiaowei won't find him." Chen Yuxiang said secretly in his heart.  Then, she was suddenly startled by her own thoughts and murmured: "Chen Yuxiang, Chen Yuxiang, what on earth are you thinking about these messy things? Then Bastard Yang is Bastard Yang, not that person." A stick of incense  After a while, dozens of talented people raised their hands and confidently picked up half of the poem.  The woman in Qingya Pavilion and the oirans next to her commented for a moment, then walked to the railing and said with a smile: "You gentlemen all have good literary talents, but there is only one best answer to this question. Although the result is not perfect, but  Not bad" Sima Xiaowei at the window listened carefully to her announcement of the ranking of this test question, and then carefully savored the answers of the dozens of talented people. She was suddenly disappointed and murmured: "Is it possible that he tonight  Are you really not here?" Yang Ye stood nearby, looked at the somewhat depressed girl, smiled slightly, and said: "Perhaps he knows that he is not talented enough, so he can't say this little poem, so he doesn't dare to show up.  " "Nonsense!" The gentle Sima Xiaowei suddenly became angry, turned to glare at him, and said: "You are not allowed to speak ill of Mr. Yang, or I will never talk to you again!" "You are really that serious.  Do you like him? A man you have never met before, is he worthy of you?" Yang Ye looked at her quietly and asked.  Sima Xiaowei was startled when she heard this and was silent for a long time. Fang slowly said: "I like his talent and the emotions he shows in his works. As for him, I have never been in contact with him and I don't know yet." Yang Ye  Smiling, she looked at the crowd outside vying to answer questions and said, "How about we go back? It's boring to watch like this." Sima Xiaowei shook her head and said firmly: "I must  Waiting for him, even if he never shows up, I will wait until the literary meeting is over." Yang Ye shook his head helplessly, sat back on the chair, leaned there lazily, closed his eyes, and murmured: "  She is an infatuated silly girl." The girl turned to look at him, snorted, and continued to pay attention to the movements of the talented people.  Time passed slowly amid the excitement of the crowd. In a fierce competition, two talented young people finally made it to the end.  Sima Xiaowei was leaning in front of the window, a little tired, and there was still a dull pain between her legs. She saw that the cultural meeting had reached the final stage, but Yang Ye, who she had been thinking about day and night, still did not appear.  This girl was filled with disappointment, and her bright eyes gradually dimmed.  She stared blankly at the falling snowflakes outside, feeling a little lost.  "Maybe he really didn't come." Sima Xiaowei sighed and leaned against the window with a sad expression, waiting for the final result.  With a "squeak" sound, the door of the box opened.  Yang Ziyu walked in with a smile on his face, glanced at the two of them, and said kindly to Sima Xiaowei who was standing at the window: "Brother is sleeping?" Sima Xiaowei did not look back, and hummed in a low mood.  Yang Ziyu was not angry, closed the door, and came to the window, saying: "Sister Xiaowei, are you waiting for Mr. Yang? Not yet?" Sima Xiaowei shook her head.  "Hey, it's a pity." The little girl said it was a pity, but her face seemed to be very happy.  The beautiful woman in Qingya Pavilion opened the paper in her hand and began to say the last crucial poem title.  "This last poem title is based on plum blossoms. You can compose a poem at will. You don't need to be perfect, as long as it has something to say. This title was written by the master of our Qingya Pavilion himself. If any  If a guest can create a work that satisfies the owner, then??The master of the pavilion will receive him personally tonight, and will not only give him a prize, but also agree to his request, whether it is reasonable or unreasonable.  "With a smile in her eyes, the beautiful woman faintly stated a condition that surprised everyone. "Although few people have seen the master of Qingya Pavilion, everyone has heard of it. He is a man in his twenties.  The young woman is not only stunningly beautiful, but also a woman with amazing talents. Her cultivation has reached the peak of literature and art in the early years. Now, I am afraid that she will be even more powerful than anyone else.  She thought that tonight, the pavilion master who is famous for her beauty would actually agree to such a condition because of a test question. As long as the work can satisfy her, she can make any request to her, no matter whether it is reasonable or not.  Many talented people who admired the beauty of this pavilion master suddenly felt hot and excited, secretly swearing that they must give their best performance in this last question. Looking at the crowd on the street, the woman who presided over the cultural meeting was excited.  The man smiled slightly and said: "Okay, it's time for a stick of incense. Let's prepare quickly. You can raise your hands and read it out, or write it on paper and hand it in. As long as it is done by yourself.  " When everyone heard this, they didn't dare to delay, and they hurriedly thought about it. Sima Xiaowei leaned in front of the window and murmured: "With plum blossoms as the theme Hey, if Mr. Yang is here, then he must be the first one.  .  " Yang Ziyu sat next to Yang Ye and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaowei believes in him that much?" Sima Xiaowei smiled and said: "Master Yang once wrote a poem about plum blossoms, although it was only half of it.  poem, but without his half of the poem, the whole poem would have no artistic conception.  " "Mei Xu is less white than snow, but the snow is less fragrant than plum blossoms. I really don't know how he came up with such a philosophical poem.  Although the truth is simple and everyone knows it, not everyone can express it in such a beautiful sentence.  " Yang Ziyu looked at the deep admiration in the girl's eyes, smiled softly, and said: "Sister Xiaowei, Mr. Yang is not here today, why don't you come up with a song for us to enjoy?  " Sima Xiaowei gave a bitter smile and shook her head slightly: "I can indeed write poems about plum blossoms, but with the pearls and jade in front of me, I dare not do it casually. If Young Master Yang knows about it, I'm afraid he will laugh at me to death.  " "He is not here today, what are you afraid of?  " Yang Ziyu said. Sima Xiaowei looked out the window, silent for a few breaths, and said slowly: "I feel in my heart that he is here, although the fact may not be the case.  " Yang Ziyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and stopped talking to her. Instead, he leaned in front of Yang Ye who closed his eyes to rest, and whispered: "Brother, you are already with her, why don't you tell her the truth?  " Yang Ye slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the girl in front of the window, and said, "I'm afraid she will be disappointed.  " "Brother, why do you have so little confidence in yourself?  " Yang Ziyu said dissatisfied. The little girl thought for a while and said: "Brother, Sister Xiaowei is very pitiful. She has been waiting all night. Can't you give her some hope and make her happy for a while?" Yang Ye  Looking at the grievance on her face, she couldn't help but smile, stretched out her hand and pinched her straight little nose, and said: "Ziyu, what are you planning again? Just say what you want me to do directly, don't beat around the bush."  " The little girl smiled, not embarrassed, and whispered: "Brother, don't be angry, this matter is not Ziyu's original intention, it was Fatty Chen who asked me to beg you.  " "Uncle Chen asked you to come?" Yang Ye was startled when he heard this, sat up straight and said, "Ziyu, tell me, Uncle Chen treats us very well, and if he can help, I will naturally help."  " Yang Ziyu said with disdain on his face: "Then Fatty Chen is very interested in the master of Qingya Pavilion. He wants to meet him, but he has no choice. He happened to hear about the reward for the last test question, so he was moved  " Yang Ye suddenly smiled and said: "He wants me to write a poem for him so that he can have this opportunity, right?" "Well, yes.  " Yang Ziyu nodded. Yang Ye thought for a while and said, "It's easy to do, if you can help, please help. Although Uncle Chen has a cynical personality, he is actually not a mediocre person. He treats us kindly.  Ziyu, prepare pen and ink.  " Yang Ziyu was very unhappy when she thought that her brother was going to write a poem to give away again, but there was nothing she could do about it. What her brother said was right, and Fatty Chen had promised her a lot of delicious food just now. The little girl felt ashamed in her heart.  , quickly brought the pen and ink and spread it on the table. "What are you doing?" Sima Xiaowei turned around and looked at the two people who seemed to be preparing to write. Yang Ziyu suddenly smiled and said:  "I want my brother to draw a piglet for me. The uglier the better, so that I can take it out to scare others later.  ¡±   Sima Xiaowei smiled slightly, stopped paying attention, and turned her eyes to the window again.  The little girl stuck out her tongue and laughed in a low voice: "Brother, actually Sister Xiaowei is quite good. She is good-looking, talented, and has a good personality. The key is that she is infatuated with you. I think she is better than Sister Xinyu."  It's much better. How about you straighten Sister Xiaowei when you go back?" Yang Ye patted her on the head and said, "Don't talk nonsense. As soon as Xinyu and I got married, I asked her to stay in the empty room alone and let her stay home alone.  I feel sorry for her for waiting for me, and I will never wrong her again. " "Hehe, I just mean well, I can't do what I say," the little girl said with a smile.  Yang Ye smiled helplessly, stopped chatting with her, dipped his pen in ink, pondered for a moment, and wrote two big characters on the paper: "Yong Mei".  ¡­(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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